I want menopause and I want it now.
My back and stomach are refusing to allow me comfort of any kind. It was so bad I woke up before 9 am. To give you a better perspective of things, I usually wake up at around 12pm to 1pm.
Bad. Bad bad bad. I am bored out of my wits. I am in pain. My parents keep fighting because my father is an egotistical chauvinistic bastard who can’t keep his tongue in his mouth and just shut the hell up.
AND TONY FAILED TO NOTICE WHAT A GREAT LIVEJOURNAL ICON I HAVE.
But. But but but. My mom gave me the speakers from her computer that she never uses and gave them to me. I finished most of my back to school shopping. I got some necklaces for wicked cheap cause I cajoled the guy into giving me a discount upon the discount. He was a very nice man.
So I have three more days until school. A part of me is hysterical with ecstasy because the artist inside of me is practically crawling out of me, begging to have paint, a paint brush and canvas. The other part is wishing the academic building would burn in hell for all eternity.
I miss ken tighe. I miss tony. I miss jen jen. I miss cate.
I even miss watching Jessi implode while watching Rachel explode. I guess sheria was right. Even though you may hate these people, they’re like really dumb yet interesting antagonists that make the story what it is. And without them, it’s just different. Not boring….it’s kind of like the tabloids or something. But the minute you see them, you kind of stop missing what they do. Cause it’s a little too pathetic to digest.
Bad. Bad bad bad. I am bored out of my wits. I am in pain. My parents keep fighting because my father is an egotistical chauvinistic bastard who can’t keep his tongue in his mouth and just shut the hell up.
AND TONY FAILED TO NOTICE WHAT A GREAT LIVEJOURNAL ICON I HAVE.
But. But but but. My mom gave me the speakers from her computer that she never uses and gave them to me. I finished most of my back to school shopping. I got some necklaces for wicked cheap cause I cajoled the guy into giving me a discount upon the discount. He was a very nice man.
So I have three more days until school. A part of me is hysterical with ecstasy because the artist inside of me is practically crawling out of me, begging to have paint, a paint brush and canvas. The other part is wishing the academic building would burn in hell for all eternity.
I miss ken tighe. I miss tony. I miss jen jen. I miss cate.
I even miss watching Jessi implode while watching Rachel explode. I guess sheria was right. Even though you may hate these people, they’re like really dumb yet interesting antagonists that make the story what it is. And without them, it’s just different. Not boring….it’s kind of like the tabloids or something. But the minute you see them, you kind of stop missing what they do. Cause it’s a little too pathetic to digest.